|
A nexus fruition |
|
Whirling cognition |
|
Ulterior, the failing of words |
|
|
|
A pageant to leave me bewildered |
|
Lurch at the sight of the clandestine ascendancy |
|
Pervading anima |
|
An awe-struck principle, an adytum to find our home |
|
|
|
Long for the rapture again |
|
Crave for the pristine light |
|
|
|
Vastness engulfing the soul |
|
Unfurling this truth, an orbit in sovereignty |
|
Sown into deep darkness |
|
The grain has to die, perish to bestow new life |
|
|
|
A vis major painting a rapturous view |
|
Heralding a vivid thema |
|
|
|
Heed, it's like calling the rain |
|
It's like bearing in pain |
|
Like embracing life an decaying in death |
|
Heed, it's like calling the rain |
|
It's like the caress of a mother |
|
Like life to go withered, a perennial pneuma |
|
I will not forget what I arose from |
|
|
|
Decidual the forests proclaim |
|
The glory primal, the rapturous supremacy |
|
Vanquishing the vile |
|
Burgeoning beyond, bearing the essence of life |
|
|
|
Crave for the rapture again |
|
Long for the pristine light |
